The other students were animatedly talking with one another, and looking at Harry with expressions ranging from dumbfoundedness to awe.
After a long few more moments, Crouch erased the board and turned back to the class. "Well, discovering the identity of the Dar- of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named..."
"Riddle!" Harry interrupted.
"You-Know-Who!" Crouch almost snarled. "But, he's not the subject of today's lesson."
Crouch managed to get control of his emotions again, before he moved on to demonstrating the Imperius curse.
This time he called Harry to be first. Harry allowed for the hop on one foot, and for the little dance, but finally pretended to snap out of the curse when told to disrobe.
Hermione allowed herself to sing and dance, then kneel in prayer. And was released.
Daphne, as expected, was 'forced' to dance on a desk top and performed an admirable cartwheel before being released.
As other students were put through their paces, Harry was the only one who was called up and demonstrated he was able to snap out of the curse.
This time, Neville wasn't asked to hold back at the end of the class.
Out in the corridor, after Crouch shooed everyone out and slammed the door shut, Harry was bombarded by questions about Riddle, and why people believed he survived the killing curse.
For the questions about Riddle, he just sent them to the Trophy Room to look him up, there. For questions about the Halloween night in Godric's Hollow he turned the questions back on them.
"Come on, people," he exasperatedly replied. "Figure it out. No one survived, other than me, so how did people come to the conclusion Riddle fired the killing curse at me, which then backfired and killed him?
"Merlin! Use your brains and come to your own conclusions. Someone clearly guessed and everyone else believes it to be true, or someone just wanted to make me look like some kind of reluctant hero. Possibly, probably, to sell books about me and that night."
Late into lunch, Harry received a summons handed to him by Professor McGonagall to see the Headmaster immediately after he'd finished his meal. "Well, ladies," he mused. "It appears the Headmaster has heard about my little demonstration in the Dah-Dah classroom and wants to have words about it with me. Care to join me?"
"I think we must," smiled Daphne. "We can't have you getting into even further trouble, now, can we?"
After finishing their lunch, the three walked to the entrance to the Headmaster's office. With a call of "Cockroach Clusters!" the gargoyle leapt to the side and the three ascended the moving staircase to the landing outside the Headmaster's door.
Just before Harry knocked, they heard the Headmaster from inside call, "Come in, Harry."
Opening the door, Harry allowed the two girls to precede him inside. Unsurprisingly, Professor Snape was sitting on his stool in the corner.
"Miss Greengrass? Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore. "I believe I only asked for young Harry to join me."
"You did," answered Daphne, as all three walked up to stand before the desk.
When she didn't say anything else, and Hermione said nothing, he finally asked, "Then, what are you doing here?"
"I asked them to join me, Headmaster," answered Harry. "The same can be asked for why Professor Snape is here."
Snape looked ready to snarl something back, but kept his mouth shut. "Now, Harry, Professor Snape has complete trust and confidence," Headmaster smoothly said.
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"In that case," said Harry, just as smoothly. "Miss Greengrass and Miss Granger have my complete trust and confidence."
Before Dumbledore could speak again, Harry went on to say, "You summoned me, Headmaster; and, I am here. What is it you wished to speak to me about? I'd not like to be late to my next class."
"I wished to speak to you alone, Harry," the Headmaster tried.
"Oh," replied Harry. "My apologies." He then looked directly at Snape and asked, "Would you mind escorting my two ladies to wait outside, Professor; while the Headmaster and I converse? I believe we shan't be long." Snape glared and sneered back before he turned back to the Headmaster. Dumbledore held up his hand and, looking at Harry, said, "I thought I made myself clear, Harry. Professor Snape has my complete trust and confidence."
"And I thought I'd made myself clear, Sir. Miss Greengrass and Miss Granger have my complete trust and confidence. Anything you need to say to me you can say to them. Actually, anything you say to me I'll say to them, anyway. So, their staying here would just, as the muggles would say, cut out the middleman and save time."
With an overly dramatic sigh, the Headmaster said, "Very well." And conjured two extra seats alongside the single chair the three were standing behind. "Please take a seat." Harry waited until the other two were seated before he sat in the centre chair. And all three looked expectantly back at the Headmaster.
Dumbledore rearranged himself a little and, with a stern expression directed at Harry, asked, "Now, perhaps you can tell me why you felt it necessary to mention the dark lord's real name in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, this morning."
"I didn't," replied Harry.
"Sorry?" asked Dumbledore. "I was led to believe you did."
"No, Sir," replied Harry. "I didn't feel it was necessary, at all."
"So, you didn't mention the dark lord's real name in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom? Nor, demonstrate how it was an anagram of his real name?"
"Oh, no Sir," replied Harry. "I did both of those. However, I didn't feel it was necessary. I did it because it was the right thing to do.
"And, 'dark lord', sir? Really? You and I both know he's no such thing. A 'dark wizard', yes; but, a 'dark lord'? Definitely not. You give him too much power calling him such nonsense."
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